Don”t you ever laugh as a hearse goes by,\r\nFor you may be the next to die.\r\nThey wrap you up in a big white sheet,\r\nAnd cover you up from your head down to your feet.\r\nThey put you in a big black box,\r\nAnd cover you up with dirt and rocks.\r\nAll goes well for about a week,\r\nAnd then your coffin begins to leak.\r\nThe worms crawl in, the worms crawl out,\r\nThe worms play pinochle on your snout.\r\nThey eat your eyes, they eat your nose,\r\nThey eat the jelly between your toes.\r\nA big green worm with rolling eyes,\r\nCrawls in your stomach and out your eyes.\r\nYour stomach turns a slimy green,\r\nAnd pus pours out like whipping cream.\r\nYou spread it out on a slice of bread,\r\nAnd that”s what you eat when you are dead.\r\n\r\nI knew it was a song…had to google it though. Odd. Not exactly relevant to what I want to write, but what the hell. It”s cute.\r\n\r\nAm party to another parasite as of today. Another little wriggling super-strength mass of tentacles to contend with. Two weeks ago I actually managed to rid myself of one of the over-rulers (a big guy!). I dislodge a lot, but never have great success with acutally destroying any of the ”invaders”. This was the first time I can recall, and I”d remember. I”ll write more about that in a later post. This time it was also an intentional infestation. Most of the time the critter”s sneak up unaccompanied, but this time…(in an altered state)…I was drawn into a very professional building (seems to be the theme of late)…this was lots of wood, and leather covered furniture, and polished a brass. Standing in the corner of a large office filled with wall to wall bookshelves; enter a woman who approached me in a lofty manner and request I sit down for a ”chat”. (Yeah…right!) It had that psych 101 feel to it, but unlike the “White Coats” that I usually get stuck with…this woman wore a black dress suit.\r\n\r\nStrange thing…she was doing all the talking. Can”t recall any of it now. Have the feeling it wasn”t important; more the cadence then the words….an attempt at trancing me out. I”m too seasoned for that, although something strange did occur. I was already in my astral body, but there was another split. The same OBE thing, but I guess more an OOBOBE…?!? An out-of-body, outer-body experience…with the triad of me as ”spectator”. I could see myself in trance in my physical body, see myself in trance on the couch in the ornate office, and another fragment that I can”t really say for sure if it was me or not?!? It was circling the woman in black, and whispering in her ears with a low-vibratory hissing sound, but I could see through it”s eyes…seeing through three sets of astral eyes at once. A little much, even for me! I can”t recall (either) what it/me was saying?!? It was almost as though it were delivering back the same hypnotic vibage in useless verse. Irrelevant jabber about childhood memories, about day to day struggle, about fitting in. I didn”t like the situation at all. Felt very unproductive to me, which = seedy & manipulative!!! (which = perverse).\r\n\r\nThere was the strong feeling that I could move out of the situation and not even be missed…that”s how disconnected the entire thing felt, but when I went to get up of the couch…before I even moved to get off the couch…just with the intent alone (before the action was carried out)…wriggling tendrals pushed their way through the leather upholstery and into my flesh. It moved fast too. Too fast, and the more I struggled the more persistent it became, and…i should know that lesson *better* by now!!!\r\n\r\nAnyway…to make a long story short…it won out. I think I do an incredible job at remaining somewhat calm in all these situations, but my physical body will eventually *react* in typical manners when threatened. My heart begins to pound, followed by increased heat, sweating, rapid breathing…all things that aren”t conducive to staying in trance. So, in a sense…the nasty things usually win by default.\r\n\r\nDo I feel the new resident? No.\r\nDoes anyone notice every car that merges on and off the highway? That”s pretty equivalent to my situation. Too many to notice, and this one”s small yet. Unobtrusive (for now), but it”s a major player judging from it”s size, strength, and color (off-white), and the accompaniment of the ”doctor”. The *little* wormy guys…the minions…don”t arrive on their own. They”re more the parasites of the parasites, always going along for the ride. Has to be some sort of symbiotic thing going on on that level, but I”m more concerned about what”s going on with me most of the time! 😉 I do feel tired, but I”ve been drained ever since I destroyed “said beasty” from last week. I”ll have to write about that next. Just a tad more interesting then this.\r\n\r\nStrange I suppose to talk about things like Etheric Parasite Infestation as if it were boring, but to me it really is. Dramatic yes, but mundane.